"Just for the Dragon God's blessing? Such an ethereal thing?"
Lou Xiaoyi made an understatement. He also wanted to know if these golden elixirs knew about luck. Based on his observation, not all of the people present had luck. So why did they care so much about the top ten?
"It's mainly about face! It's been ruined once in ten years, so I can't stand it! There are some grudges in the first place, and when things get busy, I need to vent them and make my Taoist friends laugh!"
Heishi has never seen this Xuanyuan Golden Core Sword Cultivator, but he didn't recognize the Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator in exile. The current Anti-Tian Sect is just a sieve, and the sect doesn't care, and he doesn't bother to distinguish between them.
Lou Xiaoyi couldn't tell whether he was covering up or telling the truth. When he reached the realm of golden elixirs, even if he made fake elixirs in exile, his state of mind would still be reasonable. He wouldn't blush and his heart would beat whenever he lied. It would not be so superficial.
Seeing several other Golden Cores also gathered around, he was very polite in appearance, and he didn't show any pretense and returned the greetings one by one. The Blood River Sect and the Gu Alliance sounded like big villains, but he was never an outsider.
When choosing people, who should be framed by history? The world of cultivation is always changing, people will change, and orthodoxy will also change. Where are there good and bad people that remain unchanged?
So he said sincerely: "The fire will cause serious harm to the body, and the juniors below will laugh at it. Moreover, this place is too close to the Dragon Boat Festival site, so there is a risk of accidental injury, which will lead to cause and effect!"
My dear, Feichai, I will be a peacemaker today. I don’t care about Xuanyuan’s face, but only the fate of our first acquaintance. Can we shake hands and make peace?”
This is more popular. In the place of exile, whether it is true respect or false respect, the local monks are a little afraid of Xuanyuan. Where is the strength, you can't help but deny it!
But Jian Xiu is very arrogant, cold-skinned, and well behaved, and he acts like he is the boss and I am the second child, which makes it difficult for people to get close to each other. Therefore, the relationship between them is to maintain a "well water and don't offend the river" attitude.
They would not touch the Xiu family easily, but they also kept a respectful distance.
Like today's sword cultivator, although he was also trying to mediate and conclude, they also fully understood that if they didn't listen to him, they would definitely use the sword; but the tone of his words was very pleasant, not an order, and not condescending.
Being bossy makes it easier for people to accept it!
The Taoist from the Blood River Sect clasped his fists and said, "I'm bleeding. Since Brother Xuanyuan spoke up, I, the Blood River Sect, tolerated this tone. It's not an important matter. My Taoist fellow is right. If you hurt the mortals below, or let the children
When they saw it, they were all very unhappy!"
The Gu Dao monk also bowed, "I'm a poor Taoist with a hot temper. Although the bloody old man is spitting blood, I shouldn't be the same as him, so why bother!"
Lou Xiaoyi, on the other hand, is frighteningly frank. He also wants to use some kind of frankness to find out the true background of these natives. He has to pursue the results alone. The place of exile is so big, where to start?
It would be better to simply strike a nerve, or to get together, which would be more comprehensive than just trying to figure out the elephant by himself. No matter how big the conspiracy is, at least it won't be now! And now, the place of exile is still firmly in Xuanyuan's hands.
in hands!
"Haha, you two fellow Taoists don't need to be suspicious of each other! It is true that someone caused trouble in the flight of the blood boat, but it was not Gu Zhou who was the first to cause trouble, but my little brother who did it!"
Everyone was surprised, wondering why he said this? In order to resolve the grievances between Blood River and Gu Dao, there is absolutely no need to be so self-destructive, right?
Lou Xiaoyi explained, "I first came to the place of exile. It was interesting to watch the dragon boat competition. By chance, I simply pretended to be a paddler and mixed in the sword boat! However, the final result was not good, and I was about to fall out of the top ten, but the blood boat
It passed by my sword boat in a majestic and arrogant manner. I couldn't get angry, so I just let it fly!
I thought it was a joke, but it has forced you two to be serious here, which is really shameful!"
After everyone heard what he said, they understood the true story of the matter and couldn't help laughing, including Xie Xue from the Blood River Sect, who laughed harder than anyone else!
This is the monk's way of dealing with language. The key is not who did what, but this self-exposed and heroic style, which makes people admire. As for whether they get the first place, in their hearts, it is just a person.
It’s just face, why is it so important?
He was very happy when he was bleeding, "It turns out that I have offended Xuanyuan Shangxiu! This is because our Blood River Sect is blind, and we deserve to be eliminated. However, brother Fei is a friend of our Blood River Sect. Please come and don't think that my Blood River is vulgar.
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Bai Zhi was also very happy, not because his grievances were washed away, but because he was generous and did not regard heretics like them as evildoers. This was very rare. He was willing to admit in front of people like them that he was responsible for the manipulation.
The badness is not something that ordinary people can do!
He raised his thumb and said, "Brother Fei, you have such a handsome five-element skill! Your flying boat can fly very well. You should fly those brats like Blood River directly to the mountain! I have made you my friend. If you have time, come to Luojia."
Shan, the old man will treat you well!"
Lou Xiaoyi observed the words and found that these people really knew nothing about the Qiyuan Group, and he was also confused. Who was planning all this secretly? Or was there no one planning it, and they were also being used?
Then he smiled and said: "Before I came to the place of exile, I heard that there are two very special sects here. Although they are side sects, they have a long history. I really yearn for them, but unfortunately I have no chance to know their true identity.
You must be embarrassed, I am a Taoist person, and I want to see all the unfamiliar Taoisms, so please don’t think it’s troublesome for me!”
He said goodbye to everyone one by one, leaving an appointment to meet later, so everyone reluctantly left. These golden elixirs and their respective disciples were in the Dragon Boat Festival and needed to be taken care of, but no one was alone like Lou Xiaoyi.
Lou Xiaoyi flew around randomly, thinking about the truth of this Dragon God Conference. He found that some things were becoming more and more interesting!
There must be something he overlooked?
In his nearly three hundred years of contact with the way of luck, he first came into contact with human beings who brought luck, then came the spiritual machine of the realm to bring luck, and later discovered that plants and animals can also bring luck; so as a prairie people
When sacrifices could convey luck, he subconsciously wondered if these inexplicable so-called god totems could also carry luck and convey it through the power of human faith?
The grassland people's luck is transmitted through the gathering of a large number of mortals, and the dragon god's luck is also transmitted through the gathering of a large number of mortals. So, is the transmission of luck through faith as a carrier?
Will every god respected by humans be blessed by luck? Or only some of them?
Or, can we understand it the other way around, that gods exist because of faith, and faith is what really attracts luck?
Why do these things always happen around him?
Is it aimed at him? Or is it the sect he belongs to? Or the realm? If one day he goes to a completely unfamiliar realm that has nothing to do with Qingkong and Wuhuan, will these inexplicable things still happen?
Is there someone or a certain force that has mastered this way of spreading luck? Is all this done intentionally?
